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Sighing happily, she typed up the list she was compiling for the biggest function which would be held in another month. Helen was creating a lovely dinner party to benefit an orphanage on the outskirts of the village his house was located in. She’d already met the children and they were wonderful, well-adjusted children who only needed a shot in the arm to make their orphanage a prime piece of property. The theme would be butterflies, new beginnings in the hopes that the guests would donate money to help finance college for the orphans who were dependent on the state for all their welfare. The state would provide them a college education, but Helen wanted them to have more choices.
When she’d first mentioned it to Dimitri, his idea was to simply donate the money from his personal bank account. The fact that he was willing to donate that large amount of money without a blink of the eye made her more cognizant of his enormous wealth. At the time, she’d turned down his offer, wanting the children to know that they were important to more than just Dimitri and his family. She wanted the children to know that the whole community considered them worthwhile.
Helen considered all angles, knowing that the children were developing a wonderful play about butterflies, all of them diving into the project with zeal, all coming up with their own costumes. She had hired a company to build larger than life butterflies that would hang from the ceiling of the ballroom Helen had reserved for the event. They would sparkle and dance, glow as if they were somehow real, as the rest of the attendees danced below. Helen had many other surprises in store, all of which centered around the butterfly scene.
Helen flipped through the pages of her notes, trying to come up with other ideas that would entrance the audience and encourage them to donate both their time and energy to the cause.
Dimitri came out of the meeting he’d had early this morning, leaving their bed before Helen had even woken. He was walking purposefully down the hallway, winking in her direction as he passed her office which was one down from his own. Helen blushed and looked quickly down at her computer screen, laughing herself when she heard his chuckle as he continued on down the hallway.
Fifteen minutes later, her telephone buzzed. “Excuse me, Helen, but Mr. Theopolis has requested a meeting with you,” Alessandra said over the intercom.
“Thank you, Alessandra,” Helen said, flipping the switch that would turn off the intercom. Standing up, she automatically smoothed her periwinkle suit down over her hips and pushed her hair off her shoulders. She no longer wore her hair up in a tight bun, knowing that Dimitri preferred it down around her shoulders. He did so much to please her, she was more than willing to let him see her hair down which actually made her feel pretty and desirable each time he saw her. It was also a considerable weight that was taken off her head. She had no idea how heavy her hair was until she’d left it down, relaxing her neck muscles during the day.
She took her pen and paper and walked down the hallway. “You wanted to speak to me, Mr. Theopolis?” she asked in Greek, stopping in the doorway of his office. She was proud of her language skills, which she’d been working on secretly for the past month.
He smiled his pride in her tackling his language and beckoned her into his office. “How many times do I need to tell you to call me Dimitri?”
Helen raised one shoulder and shook her head. “It just seems more appropriate here in the office.”
Dimitri chuckled softly. “You’re assuming that no one knows about our relationship, Helen. I can guarantee that everyone suspects, if they aren’t sure of it already. Hell, some of them have even been to the house for dinner and since you’re sitting at the opposite end of the table from me, it is a pretty good guess that there’s something more between the two of us. They know,” he said, his eyes slumberous as he watched her walk closer to the desk, sitting primly in the chair in front of his desk.
He enjoyed the soft color that entered her cheeks with his statement. He thought it was amusing that she was so prim and proper here in the office. The difference between her demeanor here versus the moment he closed the